A cup filled with blood
From the heart that break apart
Caused by the broken arrow
Threw by the devilish cupid who want sorrow
The music that once a melody
Made the heart beat in melancholy
The mind filled with emptiness
Caused the soul to suffer in loneliness
This is not what the heart wants
It only wants the pain to shut
But the imperfect misfortune of life
Made the heart love the pain one more time
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
ŞiirA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
